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literallyignacia:

“What were you doing?” I asked.
“Thinking.”
“About?”
“Things. Going back to the States. The courses I have to teach this fall. The book. You.”
“Me?”
“Me?” He was mimicking my modesty.
“No one else?”
“No one else.”

“Call Me by Your Name”, André Aciman (page 154)